A week later, Linfeng City (Japanese-occupied area), the compound of the headquarters of the Fifth Independent Mixed Division of the Central China Expeditionary Force of Japan. Rows of Japanese soldiers stood solemnly in the compound, the biting cold wind blew the sun flags, hunting and hunting

Hibiki. In front of them were rows of stretchers, carrying all the Japanese soldiers and officers who had been killed in the past week.

"Miyamoto, our Imperial Japanese Army has suffered heavy losses this week. What does your intelligence department do? Why is there no news at all in advance?" (Japanese) Hisao Taniyan looked sternly and asked the chief of staff beside him sternly. This

This guy stole the show during the Battle of Songhu and was transferred to the Fifth Independent Mixed Brigade, known as the "Iron Army", as the brigade commander.

"Reporting to the brigade commander, these gangsters who murdered our Imperial Japanese warriors were not Chinese soldiers from Tianfeng City. According to our intelligence, they were all committed by the Eighth Route Army in Tianfeng Mountain." (Japanese)

"The Eighth Route Army in Tianfeng Mountain?" Gu Yanshou slapped Miyamoto on the face, "Asshole, how dare you lie to me!!! How could the Eighth Route Army uproot my strong Xiguan stronghold and transport all the materials inside?

Let’s go?” (Japanese)

"Commander of the brigade, this is the truth." Miyamoto covered his face. Even if he was angry, he had to swallow it in his stomach. Who wants to let someone be an official? He covered his face and said: "We are in the army of Tianfeng City.

According to reports from insiders, the 41st Division has not even left the city in the past week, but they have just recently taken over a small team that was withdrawn from Nanjing. The commander is Xie Yunhan." (Japanese)

"Xie Yunhan? Commander of the 82nd Regiment?" Gu Yanhisao murmured to himself, "Miyamoto, give me an order. The day after tomorrow, we will dispatch three squadrons of the Imperial Japanese Army and three regiments of the Imperial Japanese Army to fight.

The vehicle squadron, the machine gun squadron, and the two mountain artillery regiments cleared the Eighth Route of Tianfeng Mountain." (Japanese)

"Yes." (Japanese) Miyamoto nodded.

Japanese mainland, a military hospital. Masao Sakata was lying on the hospital bed and was reading the latest battle reports. The shot that Song Yuanming shot in his thigh nearly paralyzed his thigh, and the lead in the bullet poisoned him.

He jumped into the Suzhou River to escape and suffered a cold. When he returned to the Japanese-occupied area, he had a high fever and almost died. Fortunately, the top official in Shanghai flew him back to Japan by plane overnight for treatment, and his life was saved. Although the Japanese

A strict information blockade was imposed on the losses suffered by his troops, but no one dared to conceal the news of the death of Prince Hirohito Masatake. Moreover, there were endless rumors among the people.

"I heard that our Empire of Japan suffered heavy losses in the battlefield in Central China recently, right?" (Japanese) Masao Sakata asked the female nurse who had just come in.

"Sir, you can't talk nonsense." The female nurse was startled and whispered quickly, "Everyone has been saying recently that we suffered a setback on the battlefield in Central China. His Royal Highness was killed in action, and the princess cried so sadly."

(Japanese)

"Did you hear who did it?" (Japanese)

"No, but someone got photos of the fallen soldiers. They looked so miserable, as if their heads had been smashed, and their flesh and blood were all bloody." (Japanese)

"Sure enough, it must be him." Masao Sakata's eyes flashed coldly, "Nurse, when can I be discharged from the hospital?" (Japanese)

"Sir, your injury is very serious and you should recuperate for a while." (Japanese)

"I don't have the energy, I'm going to be discharged from the hospital now." (Japanese)

"No, if you rush out of the hospital now, I'm afraid you will have sequelae and you won't be able to stand up for the rest of your life." (Japanese)

"Okay." (Japanese) Masao Sakata compromised. For a sniper, being unable to stand up would be such a huge blow.

On the day the Japanese launched their campaign, the Eighth Route Army Wutong Independent Regiment, Tianfeng Mountain Base Area.

"Who is that?" a whistle from the Independent Regiment shouted loudly, stopping a moving figure.

"Boy, you don't even recognize me anymore." Song Yuanming laughed heartily. It was early in the morning, and the darkness before dawn made people feel like it was midnight, so it was reasonable to see clearly. The soldier was also a veteran.

When I heard this laughter, I was startled at first, and then I was surprised: "It's Mr. Song, Mr. Song, you are here."

"It's okay, you haven't forgotten me." Song Yuanming nodded, "Not only me, but you see, there are them too."

The soldier looked at Song Yuanming. King Tiger and Rabbit were following him. They were an independent part of the 41st Division. As long as there were no combat missions, they could come and go freely. At least, no one would stop them.

.

"Team Lin Xuan...Oh, it's time to call the captain. Where are your captain Lin and Political Commissar An?"

"Mr. Song, you don't know. After you led us to capture the Xiguan stronghold, the people in Tianfeng Mountain all regarded you as a god and admired you. You are the same young man who rushed to join the army like Mr. Guan.

The threshold is almost broken. Captain Lin and Political Commissar An have been very busy these days. We now have eight or nine hundred people."

Oh my god, nearly a thousand people can be mobilized in three days. It seems that the battle at Xiguan has become a golden sign of this independent group. Song Yuanming smacked his lips: "It's so spectacular, take us

Let's go take a look, we have nothing to do now, let's see if we can help you with your training."

"Okay, okay, come with me." The soldier smiled happily. Song Yuanming and his soldiers came to guide the training. They can hit the Japanese with accuracy. This deal is so worth it. Go to the Dragon King Temple and cross the Qing Dynasty.

In Yanghe, the regiment headquarters Zhaozhuang appeared in front of everyone. On the threshing floor in front of the headquarters, the recruitment point was busy.

"What's your name?" An Qing didn't even raise her head, the pen in her hand was ready to write down the name in the thread-bound book.

"Song, Yuan and Ming Dynasties."

"Song······" An Qing wrote the first word and was suddenly stunned. She dropped the pen on the table and ignored it. Looking up, Song Yuanming's wheat-colored face was right in front of her, and the corners of her mouth were still smiling.

That familiar smile.

"Old Song, you're here." Over there, Lin Xuan also saw Song Yuanming, "Xiao Zhao, you handle these, I'll go for a while."

"Lao Lin, An Qing, how are you doing lately?"

"That's right, with the equipment collected and the reputation gained, recruiting is easy." Lin Xuan's face was red, and An Qing's pretty face was already red. She hummed in a low voice and said no more.

While they were still talking, the Japs' vanguard troops had already moved up. "Go ahead, kill that sentry." The leading officer made a gesture, and a Japanese soldier hid in the grass and quickly moved toward the sentry.

The sentry was caught off guard and knocked down, and the sharp knife penetrated his throat in the next second. There was nothing he could do, but he still opened his eyes unwillingly.

"Bang--" A secret sentry not far away raised his 38 cap and shot the Japs down with one shot. More Japs rushed up from all directions, like ferocious jackals. "Yeah!!!" Looking at the rapid fall of the Japs,

The sentry's heart skipped a beat, and he touched the grenade on his waist. When he pulled the ring, the grenade "hissed" and emitted white smoke.

With a loud "Boom -", the grenade exploded between the sentry and the Japanese. While the sentry perished with the enemy, he also spread the alarm signal far away. In Zhaozhuang, everyone on the threshing floor responded to the explosion at the same time.

Look in the direction.
Chapter completed!